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[intro]
u—u-u-u-

[pre-chorus]
why they count a b-tch out? (why they count a b-tch out?)
tryna dumb a b-tch down (tryna dumb a b-tch down)
tryna change my sound (tryna change my sound)
say i shouldn’t be proud (say i shouldn’t be proud)
b-tch, i’m finna get loud (i’m finna get loud)
gotta pound them, b-tch, bounce (pound them, b-tch, bounce)
finna walk a b-tch out (finna walk a b-tch out)
finna walk a b-tch down (yeah)

[chorus]
lil’ b-tch who ain’t banging no gun
in the two-tone, caddy with my name on the front, b-tch, what?
i done felt a lot of pain where i’m from
broke b-tch, but i promise that some change gon’ come
when i’m up there, f-ck fame, f-ck number one
b-tch, i’d rather be unknown with a chain than have none
new hat, new hoodie, and the j’s gone dumb
man, i promise i’m a momma, you ain’t rеally want none

[verse]
when i’m up therе, up there, i let it burp, boy
old town, philly, anywhere i let it spurt, boy
g-walkin’ b-tch, two-steppin’ out a bart, boy
you ain’t get caught from me tryna make my art, boy
ugh, get your own bag, get a start, boy
i don’t know sh-t, but my music in the fur, boy
i was in the town sellin’ fake cars, boy
you ain’t done sh-t past sellin’ fake carts, boy
hot b-tch, hot steak, got wrist, got cake
hater hoes lockin’ in the pratt state, b-tch, what?
load him up like the f-ckin’ guy
spray locked in all day, on the go, get paid, b-tch, what?
b-tch, couldn’t walk a block in my j’s
walk a flock, i replayin’ these beats by jay, b-tch, what?
i ain’t social with these twitter ass gays
with the way i hate f-ggots, people think that b-tch straight, b-tch, yeah
[pre-chorus]
why they count a b-tch out? (why they count a b-tch out?)
tryna dumb a b-tch down (tryna dumb a b-tch down)
tryna change my sound (tryna change my sound)
say i shouldn’t be proud (say i shouldn’t be proud)
b-tch, i’m finna get loud (b-tch, i’m finna get loud)
gotta pound them, b-tch, bounce (gotta pound them, b-tch, bounce)
finna walk a b-tch out (finna walk a b-tch out)
finna walk a b-tch down (finna walk a b-tch down)

[chorus]
yeah, lil’ b-tch who— b-tch who— b-tch who ain’t banging no gun
in the two-tone, caddy with my name on the front, b-tch, what?
i done felt a lot of pain where i’m from
broke b-tch, but i promise that some change gon’ come
when i’m up there, f-ck fame, f-ck number one
b-tch, i’d rather be unknown with a chain than have none
new hat, new hoodie, and the j’s gone dumb
man, i promise i’m a momma, i’m a momma, you ain’t really one
b-tch who ain’t banging no gun
in the two-tone, caddy with my name on the front, b-tch, what?
i done felt a lot of pain where i’m from
broke b-tch, but i promise that some change gon’ come
when i’m up there, f-ck fame, f-ck number one
b-tch, i’d rather be unknown with a chain than have none
new hat, new hoodie, and the j’s gone dumb
man, i promise i’m a momma, you ain’t really want none
when i’m up—

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